Angeline - Mickey Newbury

Yesterday’s newspaper

Forecast no rain for today

But yesterday’s news is old news,

The skies are all grey

Winter’s in labor

And soon will give birth to the spring

Sprinkled the meadow

With flowers for my Angeline

Heartache and sorrow

And sadness unendingly find

Wings on her memory

And with them she flies to my mind

She stretched her arms for a moment

Then went back to sleep

While morning stood watching me

Ever so silently weep

She opened her eyes Lord

The minute my feet touched the floor

The cold hardwood creaks

With each step that I make to the door

There I turned to her gently and said,

«Hon, just look, it’s spring»

Knowing outside the window

The winter looked for Angeline

But yesterday’s newspaper

Forecast no rain for today.